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“She lives alone now with her husband, Arafat. They survived, but their children, Ahmad and Rasha, did not. “Rasha was 11,” she told me, her voice steady. “She was strong, always looking after her brother. In her little will, she wrote, ‘Please don’t yell at Ahmad.’” Memories comfort? Sometimes.

“My heart writhes in pain over what I endured in the north. And yet here I am, after all these long months, still pleading with the world, still proclaiming my belief in your humanity.” Try to tell the journalists of Gaza that the sacrifice of their lives, their families’ lives has not been in vain

Do you remember the outcry when the Taliban destroyed the Bamiyan buddhas? Where is the outcry for the cultural destruction Israel has wrought on Gaza? The war on Hamas has been the excuse for an orgy of vindictive destruction that has robbed history, art, culture. We shall remember, Israel.

Asmaa Dwaima’s sister was her closest friend. When she was killed in 2025, a line was drawn in her life. Writing in the wake of that loss, Dwaima recalls their relationship, the love they shared, and the hope that they will someday be reunited.